[ It seems that the topic of the not-quite-collar is dropped, since Sebastian draws Matt’s hand up so that he can press a genteel kiss to his knuckles. He won’t forget it, though. He may accept that Matt’s intention here is likely nothing bad, but it’s only likely. He would not have lived so long as he has if he accepted things like that easily.

The music for the song starts, and after only a few notes, Sebastian makes a pleased noise and elegantly pulls Matt along onto the dance floor into a waltz. It’s the evening, after all, so it gives a chance for the sort of socially acceptable closeness. Sebastian’s moves are all (annoyingly) perfect, of course. He leads with perfect confidence, like he’s been dancing this forever.

…Which, you know. Kind of, yeah. ]

It is a lovely ship, is it not? [ It’s a bit of small talk, technically, but it’s a light enough topic in case Matt needs time to remember the rhythm of the steps. ] My first voyage was the first I took in general. The last time I had journeyed the seas, it was by sails alone.